Jamie had never sat on a client's face before, but she had done it to Trevor on occasion when he asked for it. She moved forward enough so that when she sat his face would go right in her ass. She moved her feet together and slid her toes under the back of his head, then she did it.
She sat back gently, slowly lowering herself onto his face. Within a few seconds she was full weight on his face with his nose buried in her ass. She had tried to be in a position to smother him fully, but she could feel his labored breaths on her vagina through her bikini.
This would do: he can breathe through his mouth so he won't tap and he is getting his facesit. This will do nicely. Jamie spent the next few minutes adjusting her weight, pinching his nose with her butt cheeks, and trying to move his head with her feet and toes.
As she sat on top of him, she realized that it was good to get back in the game. To get back to dominating a man, making him tap for her mercy, and generally having a good time doing so. She was able to tap into her competitive fire a bit and keep it burning, although not as hot as it burned when she was played basketball. Despite that limitation, this was something accounting never could do or would do in the future.
She continued to think while Tim sat contently under her ass, and she continued to toy with him. Crushing men, and the occasional woman, gave her a chance to express herself in a way her relationship with Trevor had lost after they moved here. She didn't realize how much she liked to play with other people. Maybe not to play in the traditional sense, but to play as an adult, like this. Playing by putting a man between her legs and squeezing him until he can take no more. Enjoying her power over him and him enjoying being between her thighs with his face so close to her vagina. Feeling him tap when he can take her punishment no more.
Playing by getting to stand over a grown man, putting her foot on his face or chest, holding him on his back, and posing while flexing her biceps and striking the sexiest pose she knew how to. Getting to trash talk knowing she was about to win. Getting to talk shit and be bratty but in a fun way, and not a bad way. Getting her feet pampered, massaged, licked, and her toes sucked on when it was all over.
For Jamie, it was also about getting intimate with a person in this weird way. Not a sexual intimacy, she thought as she shifted her weight once again to tease Tim, but an intimacy you could only get with a stranger in this transactional relationship. Building and having this trust with a stranger that she may never see again led them to tell her things they may never tell another person. Most men, like Tim, never tell their wife about these desires and Jamie was sure Tim's wife had never sat on his face or made him tap out.
Jamie thought more about her position and how good it felt to win again. While Ray was crushing her and she was begging for his feet to own her, she began to feel a strange self consciousness about this job for the first time. She still hadn't been able to process how she felt about getting dominated like that nor had she come to terms with begging to worship his feet. She also had not been able to process how she lost track of time for eight minutes and then two hours while licking his feet, and she still didn't know how she felt about it. Part of her didn't want to reconcile those feelings.
She was, however, ready to come to terms with the self conscious thought. She wrestled men in a bikini all the time and had even done so in her first match. Only with Ray did she feel undressed and a bit ridiculous wearing something so skimpy, small, and delicate. Honestly, if a man pulled two knots loose she would be naked in seconds.
She realized now that she liked wearing bikinis! She did it for her, not for them. She thought a bikini flattered a woman's body and she was happy and comfortable with hers. She worked hard for this body: she ate right, she exercised, she (mostly) avoided greasy fast food. She was happy to reap the rewards and proudly wear her bikini.
She also realized that she felt empowered wearing it. She thought about it, and a bikini didn't cover much more than a bra and underwear and she wouldn't be caught dead in public in that. But a bikini was different, she knew it drove men crazy with desire and they were going to gawk at here, especially from behind their sunglasses where no one could see where their eyes were looking. Both she and the men knew the men liked what they saw and many women would be jealous, but that was their problem, not hers.
She felt sexy in a bikini. She felt empowered. She loved her bikinis. The experience with Ray wasn't going to change that, she told herself defiantly.
Tim shifted under her, and she looked at the clock. 6:39. She had been perched on him for about 6 minutes and she decided he had had it easy enough. She slid forward just a bit to fully smother him under her. She could feel him trying to breathe while trapped under her bikini cover ass and vagina and realized she like the power here.
He tapped within about 10 seconds. When she lifted off him, she heard him suck in a deep breathe. She got a mischievous thought.
"Ready?" she said.
"For what?" he said through a few huffs and puffs.
"Yes or no?" she said.
"Yes."
She sat right back down, catching him by surprise. Right now he would breathe when she and her booty allowed, she thought dominantly. She lifted up after a few seconds and repeated this a few times.
Satisfied, and hearing his breathing labor a bit, she got off, stood next to him, and put her foot gently on his forehead, letting him catch his breath.
"Still happy you requested a facesit?" she asked
"Hell yeah, that was awesome!" he said as she smiled down at him "You are awesome, your body is awesome! Your ass is.... amazing!" he gushed.
She moved her foot from his forehead to his mouth, gently resting her big toe on his lips while careful not to block his still labored breathes and said:
"Easy Tim, I am a sucker for flattery." she joked with a genuine laugh.
'Tim's favorite word has got to be "awesome."' She thought as she continued to laugh lightly.
After that facesitting interlude and after he collected his breath, she knelt on the bed and held out her hand.
"I hoped there would be more." he said as he tagged in.
She proceeded to crush him for another 45 minutes. She lost count of how many taps, but she may have set a new personal best.
She also mixed in a long front facesit, which she decided to never do on a normal client as it led to her basically putting her vagina right on his chin and mouth. The only thing preventing this from being oral sex was his closed mouth and her bikini. Watching his eyes go wide and feeling his muffled breath underneath her sent a seductive shiver through her body.
'Tim you don't know how lucky you are. I hope you think this is "awesome."' she thought silently while her vagina covered his mouth and a sly grin crossed her face.
She ended it with a straight front headscissor so she could look in his eyes every time he tapped out. She made it last four or five minutes, or about 15 taps for mercy, by easing up on to honor the tap but still holding him securely in her grasp.
It was now 7:13
She released him after a final tap and moved to sit on his chest in the school girl pin. Once she was on him, she squeezed her legs to hold his head firmly and said:
"Ok, it's been an hour and fifteen minutes. What would you like to do now?" she asked. "We can keep the session going, I can squeeze you to death for a while longer, or we can talk like you asked."
